With just a few casual words, I've swept the music scene.

When Lin Qianyu woke up the next day, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, and then she found Wang Ke playing on the computer.

She was startled at first, then her face flushed, and a sweet feeling welled up in her heart.

She was a smart girl and immediately guessed that Wang Ke was worried that she would vomit from being drunk, so he stayed by her side all night.

"What are you doing, sir?"

"Oh, I played on the computer for a while."

"You just played all night like that?"

"Yeah, before I knew it, it was dawn. Games are so addictive!"

"Are computers really that fun?"

"It is indeed quite good..."

Before Wang Ke could finish speaking, Lin Qianyu jumped off the bed like a swallow, rushed to his side, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Wang Ke was stunned.

Lin Qianyu blushed slightly and said, "Uncle, actually, it's not just computers that are fun!"

Wang Ke thought to himself, "We can't keep talking like this in this weather!"

He quickly closed his laptop, turned and ran, saying as he ran, "Get ready, let's go have breakfast!"

Lin Qianyu watched his retreating figure and laughed for a long time.

Uncle, you're so cute!

Before the two had finished their breakfast, a visitor arrived. The visitor was Ling Yuanfeng, the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"What brings Chairman Ling here?" Wang Ke asked with a smile.

"You guys eat first, we'll talk after you've finished," Ling Yuanfeng said with a smile.

Seeing that he looked preoccupied, Wang Ke quickly finished a plate of dumplings and then invited him to the living room of his suite.

"Just tell me what you need, don't be shy," Wang Ke said with a smile. "After all, you're my boss."

“What leader?” Ling Yuanfeng hurriedly waved his hand. “I’m here today because I have something to ask of you, Mr. Fan. It’s like this—every year after the Spring Festival, the Asian Confucian cultural sphere holds a Chinese classical poetry competition, co-organized by our country, South Korea, Japan, Vietnam, Singapore, and Malaysia. It has a history of over twenty years. Initially, the purpose of this competition was twofold: first, to promote Chinese culture, and second, to facilitate communication and exchange among the countries, hoping to deepen the close relations between them through culture. However…”

At this point, he sighed.

"However, in the last ten years, our country has suffered from a decline in talent in classical Chinese poetry. Our results in competitions have been unsatisfactory, and we have become the target of ridicule from those five countries. They say that we are not ambitious and only know how to live off the legacy of our ancestors. They say that we have fallen far behind them in classical Chinese poetry and that they are the true inheritors of Chinese culture. We should hand over the corresponding intangible cultural heritage qualifications to them."

At this point, Ling Yuanfeng waved his hand angrily: "Especially the South Korean Kingdom, which has been trying to steal our culture for the past few years. When they can't win openly, they resort to underhanded tactics, which is simply despicable! But unfortunately, we are indeed lagging behind them in this area, and even if we argue with reason, we can't win against them!"

He looked at Wang Ke and said earnestly, "General Manager, this cannot continue! Therefore, on behalf of the Chinese Ancient Poetry Association, I earnestly request that you represent our country in this battle!"

His words reminded Wang Ke of the other side of the world. There, too, there's a shameless country that's constantly trying to steal Chinese culture in various ways.

Although this China is different from that China, it is still called China, so Wang Ke naturally felt a sense of belonging and shared a common hatred for the enemy.

So he nodded and said, "President Ling, don't worry, leave this matter to me!"

Ling Yuanfeng was overjoyed and excitedly grabbed Wang Ke's hand, saying repeatedly, "This is wonderful, this is wonderful! On behalf of the Chinese Poetry Association, I thank you; on behalf of the people of the whole country, I thank you!"

Wang Ke laughed: "As a Chinese son and daughter, this is what I should do. There's no need to thank me."

The competition was scheduled for the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the location remained in the capital, saving Wang Ke the trouble of traveling.

No sooner had Wang Ke seen Ling Yuanfeng off than Ji Ming arrived.

"Are you interested in the Lantern Festival gala?" Ji Ming asked directly, getting straight to the point.

"What do you think?" Wang Ke asked with a smile.

"Fangtai has secured eight program slots for you. How about that? Isn't that generous enough?" Ji Ming laughed as well.

"Really? Then you must thank Fang Tai for me!" Wang Ke said hurriedly.

“When I came in, I ran into Vice President Ling,” Ji Ming said. “He looked like he had just married a new bride, his face beaming with joy. I asked him a few questions out of curiosity, and that’s how I found out you agreed to participate in the Chinese Classical Poetry Competition. The two events overlap, are you able to manage? If not, how about arranging eight old songs?”

"No need," Wang Ke shook his head. "Eight songs are nothing, it's not a problem."

"Don't be too overconfident," Ji Ming said. "The Lantern Festival Gala is, after all, our own business, but the Chinese Classical Poetry Competition is an international competition. If something goes wrong, won't your competitors hold a grudge? Besides, your company's old songs aren't actually that old; they're all the hottest songs this year..."

Wang Ke waved his hand, interrupting him with a smile: "I said there's no problem, so there's no problem. Don't worry."

"It's good that there are no problems." Ji Ming nodded, but he was still somewhat worried and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

Isn't it a bit too arrogant of you to flip the table?

This is not good!

Wang Ke thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you the list tomorrow."

"What?" Ji Ming was taken aback. "Tomorrow? Mr. Fan, you don't mean... you can write all eight songs today, do you?"

“That’s exactly what I mean.” Wang Ke nodded.

Ji Ming was completely speechless.

Is this how awesome is the CEO?

Eight songs can be completed in one day?

Although he found it unbelievable, given all the things that had happened before, he could accept it to some extent and calmly waited to see a miracle.

After Ji Ming left, Wang Ke pondered for a moment.

Singing sad love songs would be fine for a gala, but it's not really appropriate. Among our own singers, Yan Chunyu, a bel canto singer, and An Xiaomei, a folk singer, are the most suitable for a gala, so they should definitely be included this time.

Let's have An Xiaomei sing "The Earth Sings," a classic song that's very festive.

If it's Yan Chunyu, let's play "I Love You, the Snow of the North," an absolute classic with the special meaning of welcoming spring and bidding farewell to winter.

Shui Ling only has two songs so far, so let's give her "Green Light".

Lin Yujia will sing "The Girl Across the Way".

Hua Xing, let's sing "Get Moving".

Su Zhenlai sang "My Dear Baby".

At this moment, he remembered the guy who was out of tune and others.

Barbecue Bro Wang Xiang has become famous, and Big Tongue Sister, Off-Key Bro, and Rap Bro are also doing quite well online under Wang Ke's arrangement, but they have never become real singers.

Why don't we give them a chance?

After thinking for a moment, Wang Ke decided to give Sister with a lisp a song called "Love Like Fire" and Brother with a tuneless voice a song called "Thunder".

Since the guy who sings off-key can't seem to get rid of his off-key style, let's just stop him from singing and make him do rap instead!

This isn't very difficult; the key is in the lyrics and rhythm, making it perfect for off-key singers. Plus, if rapping can be popular on the other side of the world, it definitely will be here too!